~     sylveon     ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
         countersense  fairy   
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance: sylveon  resemble dogs in   
   many ways, with similar small  bodies 
   and faces. they  are small  and  
     nimble,  and  with white fur.  
                               
                                 
 the most  striking feature  is       
 their "ribbons",    long flat  feelers 
 that  they    use  to   bind    or  to 
 interface with  the  minds   of others 
                          
   the ribbons play  a  large  social   
    role   among  sylveons.          
   they induce a sense of  wellbeing, 
  and  can ease pain  if    applied   
 close to a wound.     it  is thought 
 they  feed off the  pain  of others    
                 this  way.    
                              
                              
       sylveon  are  great partners 
 to humans,  but care  should be  taken  
 to  limit  exposure  to   ribbons,    
   since  with prolonged contact      
   the consciousnesses  start  to blend, 
 an   environment  in   which          
 the sylveon  is  much  more  at home,   
     and   it   will   take   advantage. 
                     
   medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its   sap                        
         poison        putting 
 thoughts      into           
 not   killed.                      
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the nature  of  the coma  depends on the 
 intensity  of  the  sylveon's feeding.  
     you  will  succumb  to  a    
        fast-growing  addiction    
   that leads to  a submissive      
      and  sluggish   state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap    in the vines